The Alliance’s Growing Concerns

As Lena wrestled with her inner turmoil, the political tension within the alliance continued to rise. The leaders of the various factions were growing restless, and their patience with the use of the core was wearing thin.

General Jorvik, the ever-pragmatic leader of the Gorr'Kai, had called an emergency meeting with the other faction leaders, and the atmosphere in the war room was thick with unease.

"We cannot afford to be led by someone who is succumbing to the core's influence," Jorvik stated bluntly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the representatives from the Zenth and Kytari. "Lena's power is vital to our survival, but at what cost? We cannot follow a leader who is becoming more and more unstable."

Zhen'ara, the leader of the Zenth, was quick to add, "The core's power is corrupting her. The more she relies on it, the more she isolates herself. We need someone who can lead with clarity, not someone who is at war with themselves."

Lena's name hung in the air like a heavy weight, but Elias, who had quietly entered the room, stepped forward to speak. "Lena is not alone in this fight. If you think we can replace her without losing everything, you're mistaken."

Jorvik's gaze hardened. "She is losing herself, Elias. And we need to make difficult decisions for the survival of the alliance."

Elias's voice was calm but filled with conviction. "Then we fight for her, not against her. The Rhytil are waiting. We cannot afford to divide ourselves now."

The room fell silent, the weight of the decision pressing down on everyone. But the cracks in the alliance were widening, and Lena's struggle was becoming not just her own, but the galaxy's.